I'd seen her lots of times at the university, a slender girl with short dark hair and freckles on her arms. Sometimes I found myself secretly staring at her while she was chatting to her friends in the cafeteria or quietly making notes at a lecture. She had small firm breasts and beautiful long limbs but she seemed modest and totally indifferent to her beauty, usually dressed in jeans and a baggy sweater. I wanted so badly to meet her eyes but always got scared and turned my gaze away just in time. Instead I spent several lectures day dreaming about gently undressing her and caressing those beautiful breasts. That was about as far as I dared imagine.

I wanted to kiss her very gently, on her neck and chin and last on the mouth, then run my hands through her hair and kiss her very hard, then move down and start sucking on her nipples which I imagined to be dark brown and pointy, and that was as far as I went.

Then one evening I was going to review a play in a small theatre on a little side street. I'd never been there and had no one with me and felt very out of place as I entered the small dark lobby at the last minute. I hung my coat and rushed towards the entrance in my long dress with buttons on the front. A tall slender figure was standing in the doorway checking tickets. I didn't realise it was her until I gave her my press card and finally, unintentionally, caught her eye.

She was wearing a short black lacy sleeveless dress that showed off her beautiful body and a pair of old-fashioned high boots and she looked absolutely amazing. She looked me in the eyes and smiled. Then she touched me ever so gently on the shoulder as I brushed past her. Something clenched in my stomach and I could feel my pussy getting moist. I had imagined the feeling of her touch so long. I found a seat in the back row and tried to concentrate on the play.

There was a single spotlight on the stage, the rest of the room was in complete darkness. The play had been running maybe five minutes and I had not comprehended a single word for my raging thoughts of a certain black dress, when I felt another gentle touch on my shoulder. I stretched out my hand and found some smooth silky skin and some lacy material I was sure I recognised. She bowed down and kissed me on the mouth, first gently, then more greedily, but very quietly. Then she stood up and buried my face somewhere in her dress and somewhere between perfume and cigarette smoke I could smell lust. I could feel my nipples getting hard and swollen and my pussy throbbing.

I touched her waist clumsily and she took my hand in hers and pushed it away, just to move it down seconds later and slide it between her legs. I moved it very slowly, afraid to make a sound. My fingers slid slowly up her thigh until they touched something soft and wet covered in short silky hair. She wasn't wearing any underwear and she was soaking wet.

As my finger started sliding inside her I couldn't help but let out a little gasp of excitement. At this point she covered my mouth with her hand, forced me to stand up and walked me out of the doors. There was a guy standing in the lobby, apparently minding the cloakroom. "She's not very well" the girl said, pointing at me. "I'd better take her backstage to rest."

She shoved me into a shaggy little room with just a single bed in it and pushed me onto the bed. "So you just couldn't keep your mouth shut for one minute, could you?" she said angrily and I almost wanted to cry. but then she suddenly laughed and pushed me on my back and sat on top of me, pulling her dress off over her head and exposing the most perfect little breasts. "You think I don't know you've been looking at me all term?" she said as she casually undid the buttons of my dress and pushed my bra aside. She gave my breasts little kisses before moving up and placing my face between her legs. I wasn't going to say a word now. I could smell her pussy juices, I was dying to drink her dry. But she wanted to tease me.

She kept my head to the mattress with her hands and moved her pussy up and down on me so I could only barely reach it with my tongue before she moved away again. I do not know what got into me, but suddenly I had grabbed her ass, thrown her on the bed and buried my face between her beautiful thighs. She moaned as I licked and sucked her clit and slid a finger inside her. It was hot and wet and tight in there and I could feel my own pussy juices flowing.

I inserted another finger, then a third one, moving them vigorously. She was losing control now, making little noises, her whole body contracting in the rhythm. Then I lubricated the little finger of my other hand in her pussy and started sliding it very very slowly in her ass. That was it. She came with a heart-breaking howl and lay panting on the bed.

There was a knock on the door. The guy from the cloakroom asked through the door if everything was all right. She beckoned me to be quiet and fought to catch normal breath before she answered that there was no problem, the guest just wasn't feeling all right.

She smiled and kissed me, licking her own juices off my face. I wanted to touch her all over. We rolled on the bed naked, rubbing our skin against each other, sweaty and wild with excitement, kissing and giggling. I leaned against her chest, spread my legs and begun masturbating while she caressed my breasts from the back, teasing my hard nipples with wet fingertips. I was on fire, my pussy was hot and swollen but she wouldn't let me come just yet, she kept interrupting me by kissing me on the lips. Every time she let me get closer to climax.

Suddenly we both noticed something. There was a long white candle in a candlestick by the bed. She gave me a sexy grin and told me to get down on all fours. She took the candle and got on her knees behind me. When I felt something cool and hard and smooth slide inside me I just couldn't stop myself screaming.

This time the guy opened the door. "What the fuck is going on in here." he begun. Then he stopped and smiled, stepping inside and closing the door behind him...